Zhang San,
In today's Ming Dynasty, it is a very common name.
Perhaps there are hundreds or even hundreds of people named Zhang San among those with the surname Zhang.
There are several Zhang Sans in the same village.
His surname is Zhang, and he is the third oldest child. This is his given name.
Others will not call him Zhang San. This is the name used in the household registration.
Generally, they are called Ergouzi, Sangouzi, Goudan, Gou Sheng, and Donkey's son.
Zhang San is now sitting in Jinyiwei's prison, looking straight at him without any expression.
He was the captain of the seven-man team that was captured.
At this moment, he was ready to die at any moment.
The other six people are not all from the Ming Dynasty. They are from the Western Regions, Korea, and small countries.
After training and cooperating together for a long time, everyone knew what to do with just a few glances.
Hundreds of households were panicking. If these unscrupulous people didn't come out and delayed for a while longer, when Commander Chiang came back, he would be finished.
Soon Baihu noticed that the young man vaguely identified in the middle was the leader of several people.
He took a few steps over, grabbed Zhang San's lapel, and dragged him toward the outside.
"Get out of here, get out of here. Others can't leave even if they want to. Have you guys been kicked in the head by a donkey? I asked you to get out, but you still won't get out."
Zhang San did not resist, and let Baihu drag him out with a stiff expression.
Then he didn't leave and just stood at the door of the prison.
Baihu also lost his scruples and rushed into the cell, dragging them one by one.
Baihu, who was completely unaware, had already entered the middle of the seven of you alone. The remaining few people moved slightly and vaguely surrounded Baihu.
Someone looked at Zhang San and signaled whether he should be subdued.
Zhang San shook his head slightly.
Such trouble will only make it more difficult for the boss to leave. All they need to do is delay as much time as possible.
It's getting dark now, so I just need to postpone tomorrow until my boss leaves tomorrow morning.
When the time comes, they can just die.
At this moment, a loud shout came from the end of the cell: "Watch it."
Hearing this familiar voice, Baihu, who was still dragging people around in anger, suddenly froze.
How could he not recognize that it was the voice of Song Zhongzhen's envoy.
Soon, Song Zhong came over.
First, he looked at the situation in front of him. It was obvious that he had guessed some possibilities in this situation.
"Who asked you to use force? If you can't handle this thing, what use do you have?"
Song Zhong came over and scolded him.
"Master Song, I..." Baihu wanted to explain, but was immediately interrupted by Song Zhong.
"Explain it to Commander Jiang." Song Zhong said coldly.
Hearing Commander Chiang's name, hundreds of households trembled.
Sure enough, Commander Jiang came back and found out about this.
Song Zhong didn't care about Baihu, who was trembling with fear, and spoke gently to a few people.
"Brothers, I'm really sorry. I am Song Zhong, the governor of Jinyiwei Yamen. There may have been some mistakes in our Yamen, which led to the arrest of the wrong person."
"After I learned about this, I immediately informed my subordinates to come over and let a few of them leave."
After saying that, Song Zhong scolded Baihu again: "You guy, I asked you to invite a few brothers to leave. Is this how you invite people to me?"
"Why don't you apologize to these brothers quickly?"
Hearing this, Baihu didn't have any other ideas. He immediately bowed and clasped his fists and said, "I made a mistake in this matter, which has affected several brothers. I hereby apologize for my fault. I hope that brothers will forgive me."
Baihu bowed deeply, his tone was sincere, and he kept bowing for a long time, as if everyone was silent and just kept bowing.
Several people in the prison looked at Zhang San subconsciously.
A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang San's eyes, and then he said in a deep voice: "Master Song, please don't play tricks on me."
When Song Zhong heard this, he immediately understood that there was probably a misunderstanding.
In fact, he also knew the Zhang San in front of him. He was the waiter in the teahouse. He had met him last time when he went to the teahouse.
Zhang San naturally recognized Song Zhong.
At this time, Song Zhong was a little confused.
Commander Chiang Kai-shek was still waiting outside, so it was inconvenient to show up. If he couldn't handle this matter well, he might have to move his position in the future.
Thinking of this, Song Zhong couldn't help but said seriously: "Brothers, I have no other intentions. It is indeed our yamen that made a mistake. I don't know what the needs of these brothers are. As long as it can be done, I will never postpone it."
Song Zhong kept his attitude very low, calling himself "I'm here" to Zhang San and others.
It's a very polite name.
Song Zhong, who is the governor of the town, is from the fourth rank and wears a bullfight uniform.
Moreover, he is also a powerful figure in the Jinyiwei Yamen, so he is considered to be in a high position and with great authority.
It is extremely difficult to act like this.
However, when His Majesty was involved, Song Zhong did not dare to have any airs.
Anyone who has anything to do with His Majesty,
If one person is not good, the whole family will have to eat at the table, or even the table will not be used at all.
After Song Zhong finished speaking, everyone was silent.
After a long time, Zhang San took a deep look at Song Zhong and said, "I don't care about anything else. It's just that it's getting late. I want to go out at noon tomorrow. I don't know if that's possible."
"Of course, it all depends on brother's wishes." Song Zhong reacted after being slightly stunned and said quickly.
Then he said, "You guys, why don't you prepare some good wine and food for these brothers and apologize?"
"Today, you are here to keep me company. If you make any of the brothers unhappy, you are the only one who will ask."
When the hundred households heard this, they immediately said: "I humbly obey my orders."
"Brothers, please be at ease. I'll take my leave. There are still many matters in the yamen." Song Zhong said with a smile.
Zhang San and others didn't say anything, they just cupped their fists and saluted.
At the door of the prison, Jiang Wei, who had been waiting for a long time, frowned slightly when he saw that Song Zhong was the only one coming.
Song Zhong was also unambiguous. He immediately took a few steps over and spoke in detail.
After listening, Jiang Wei nodded slightly.
"The matter has come to this, but there is nothing we can do. I will go into the palace later to report the matter to His Majesty."
Song Zhong was shocked when he heard this.
It was already dark at this moment, but Jiang Wei chose to enter the palace immediately to face the saint. Obviously, the importance of this was more than he imagined.
After Jiang Yu finished speaking, he was ready to leave.
But after taking a few steps, I stopped again and thought about it for a while, but I had a bad feeling in my heart.
In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind.
He immediately ordered Song Zhong: "Immediately send more people to guard the courtyard where Master Zhu Ying is."
"Remember not to act rashly. If there is any situation, report it immediately."
Song Zhong heard this and immediately replied: "I humbly obey my orders."
After Jiang Yu finished his explanation, he hurried towards the palace.
The Jinyiwei Yamen is just outside Duanmen, but it's very quick to get to the palace.
In the palace,
Zhu Yuanzhang had just left Renzhi Palace.
Every night, he would come to see his son's coffin.
The pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person away is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Every time he leaves, Zhu Yuanzhang will fall into sadness.
But as long as I think of my grandson, this sadness will be diluted a lot.
Going to see his eldest grandson once every three days will make Zhu Yuanzhang feel much better.
Without his eldest grandson, he didn't know how he could survive.
At the gate of Qianqing Palace, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stopped and ordered to Liu He who was waiting with him:
"Arrange some people to clean up the Kunning Palace. Our eldest grandson has lived there since he was a child. We are afraid that he will not be used to sleeping in a different place when he comes back."
"I obey the order." Liu He bowed and replied with a flash of horror in his eyes.
After pondering for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered again: "Find some old people to decorate the Kunning Palace. It must be the same as it was ten years ago."
"Da Sun has lost his memory. Maybe he will be able to remember something when he comes back and sees familiar scenes."
Liu He bowed again and said: "I obey your order."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, feeling that nothing had been missed, and then walked towards Qianqing Palace.
At this time, a young eunuch came over quickly, bowed and said:
"Your Majesty, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Jiang Gu, would like to see you."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly. He knew that Jiang Yu wanted to see him at this time, so naturally he had something important to do.
"Xuan."
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If there is enough reading data today, it should be available seven days in advance.
I also want to update more. Two chapters a day, which is really uncomfortable.
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However, during the new book period, there is a limit to the number of words and chapters that can be updated.
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So, please help me speed up the launch.
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